AN: I usually write Rizzoli and Isles so I tried something new. It's dark or will get dark if you allow me to continue. It's somewhat AU and other TV Characters will make appearances.
Disclaimer: I own nothin' except the idea.
Mary
It was cold. Oh so cold. She couldn't remember the last time a winter had been so cold and snowy. She couldn't remember when's the last time she had felt warm, when's the last time she had eaten something. She felt so weak and it was so damn cold. The small blanket draped around her shoulders didn't do her anything good, except for covering her nakedness. It must have been hours ago or at least that's what she thought, since the last time she had felt any of her limbs. Her hands and feet were numb and she had been grateful for feeling anything after falling down a bank nearby where they had kept her. The whole lower right leg had been cut open by a sharp rock she had fallen onto, while finding a way through the three feet high snow. After a while it hadn't hurt anymore and the bleeding had stopped too. Now it just looked purple and yellow around the deep cut. But it didn't hurt. Nothing did hurt. So she had gathered herself up and had stumbled through the snow, leaving a blood trail behind hoping somebody would find her.
She had no idea where she was but she was sure she at least made it to a town or a street before she allowed herself to collapse.
Her escape hadn't been luck or anything. They had left her there, maybe for the wolfs to eat her alive or maybe just because they could. It had taken all her strength to rip out the chain which she had been shackled to the wall with. It had been an old run down abandoned farm house they had taken her to after raping her the first time since her abduction. If you could call it an abduction. It had been nothing more like a Rookie mistake.
They had canvased an abandoned warehouse in the Bronx after receiving details on their suspect. But she hadn't expected a group of drug dealers she had walked in on. After round one they had left with her for the farm. There they had ripped off her clothes and then had collared her, collared her so they could keep her as their slave or whatever they thought she would be for them. Every now and then they had given her something to drink and to eat but most time they just took turns with her.
She remembered that there were four men in the beginning and a fifth arrived much later. He had been the one who had stopped her torture. He must have been the leader of this group. But never even once had she seen a face or a tattoo of her torturers. Nothing significant, except the Russian accent. She hadn't been able to make out how many days and nights they had kept her there because the most time she had been passed out by the pain they had liked inflicting on her. The first time she had fought them, even the second and third time she had tried to put up a fight but after that she just had prayed to survive this.
It was midday, at least that's what the sun told her, when she saw a street through the trees. She gathered all her strength and made it up a bank to what she now noticed was a high way. She had no idea how to get the drivers attention. She climbed over the barrier that separated highway from land let the blanket fall from around her shoulders and limped onto the road. Due to the weather the highway was more like a ghost-way but then a dark limousine slammed on the breaks and came to a halt just feet away from her. A truck which had been able to avoid a crash honked and came several hundred feet behind her to a stop.
The driver from the black limousine, a Toyota, got out on shaky legs.
"Hey lady are you crazy?" He yelled stepping to the woman standing on the highway. That's when he realized that she was naked and… He came closer never taking his eyes from her naked form. Her whole body was covered in whip marks.
"I…" The woman whispered and collapsed onto the cold cement. The driver from the Toyota instantly leaped forward to catch her, only to go down with her. He immediately took off his winter jacket and draped it over the shivering form in his lap.
"Hey you." He yelled as he saw the truck driver coming over. "Call an ambulance and get blankets ASAP." The truck driver just nodded and took off to his truck dialing for an ambulance.
The Toyota driver tucked his jacket around the woman in his lap rubbing some warmth into her bones. She looked up at him with glazy eyes.
"Shhh. I've got you, help is on the way." He murmured with a somewhat soothing voice. She tried to shift but he just pulled her closer to his warm body. "No stay, I've got to get you warm." He said trying to lift her up so he could carry her to his car.
"My…my…" she started but her teeth were clattering from the cold. The blond haired man looked down on her.
"Yes?" he asked while awkwardly opening the passenger side door with her in his arms.
"Kate…" she breathed out and then she lost consciousness.
Rick sat slumped in his chair on his desk the open lap top in front of him. It was the eighth day since the whole catching a suspect had gone wrong. It had been his seventh night without his new wife beside him in bed. Funny thing was it was Christmas Morning and nothing in the Castle household was festive.
They had caught the lead on a Friday afternoon. Javier had come in with a witness who had claimed he had seen their suspect in the Bronx hiding in an abandoned warehouse. Ryan, Javier and Kate had went there to follow the fresh lead while Castle had left for the loft, claiming he had some writing to do, since Gina had given him a new deadline till New Year's Eve. So the three of them had gone without the writer, promising to see him on Monday morning after hopefully closing this case. Kate had kissed him goodbye and promised she would be home for dinner.
After entering their married life together Kate had suggested trying for a baby. That was the reason why she had started spending more time at home with Rick in their bed then at the precinct hunting down murderers. Nobody had said something about the change in her work hours but they all had their suspicions. It had been a week prior when Kate had come home with a bright grin plastered all over her face. He had known right from the moment she had entered that it had worked and that she was pregnant but hadn't let on that he knew. That evening had ended in bed with hours of lovemaking. Since that day he had reasoned with her being cautious whenever she had to take a field trip. And she had done so until that fateful afternoon.
He had told Espo and Ryan to take care of her only being brushed off that their boss was able to look after herself. Kate had given him a side-glance warning not to let slip that she was pregnant and he had let is slide. Now he wondered if he would have been able to prevent things from happening.
It had been short after six when Espo had called him only to tell him that Kate had vanished. They had looked for her the first few hours, canvased the area, Rick with a sick feeling in his gut but they'
d had to stop when the temperatures dropped below ten degrees Fahrenheit.
The next three days Rick and the rest of the twelfth prescient had been looking for her all over New York City without any sign. On the fourth day Gates had send him home to Alexis and Martha with the promise to expand their search over the city borders, alarming everyone in the neighbor states. Since then Rick had only been waiting, waiting for any kind of information on Kate's whereabouts.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the ringing of the phone. It was only a couple of seconds later when Alexis entered his office with a frantic look on her face.
"Dad!" she raised him from his thoughts. With clouded eyes he looked at his daughter who was holding the phone in her hand. That's what got his attention and he leaped out of his chair.
"They found her. She's alive."
He stumbled over his feet reaching for the phone. "Richard Castle." He said with a shaking voice into the speaker. Alexis watched something like relieve washing over his face. That's when he took off.
"She's at Mercy West." He called over his shoulder to his confused daughter.
